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Because this—
This isn’t pressure.
This isn’t control.
This isn’t something I have to shrink to survive.
This is something I can step into.
Slowly.
Carefully.
But fully.
“I’m glad you stayed,” I whisper.
Logan’s voice is just as quiet.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
And this time—
There’s no hesitation in me at all when I believe him.
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The knock doesn’t come.
The door opens.
Fast.
Controlled.
Wrong.
I’m on my feet before the sound fully registers, my body already between Scout and the entrance, every instinct snapping into place.
Boone steps inside.
But his face—
That’s what tells me everything.
“We’ve got a problem.”
Scout is already sitting up behind me.
Alert.
Present.
No hesitation.
“What kind?” I ask.
